Throughout our life, we get bruised as well as bruise others. The bruises that do not bleed, nor cause pain, but hurt the most. I do not know if those wounds ever heal, they probably fade, but lie just below the surface. They all start bubbling, each time there is a fresh wound. There is no relationship between the bruises, except that they are all bruises. Weapons or strangers cannot give you these most hurtful bruises. Where do they and why do they hurt? Why do they not heal either? There is no physical pain but the heart and mind aches and the soul cries. Most of the time , the perpetuator does not even know, did not mean to, or perhaps did not even do anything except to make an old unrelated bruise hurt again somehow or somewhere. Why do we not speak up and let the person know what has happened rather than nurse the bruise in the cradle of self-pity? Only then can the healing begin? Even if I realize I have caused a wound and try to heal it, I do it in the best way I know, but may not be the balm that the person seeks. Even I do not know the the cure of my own bruises, let alone others. The tincture of time does lead it to dull, till such time that it is triggered again and again. I have thought till recently that I have no bruises at all. How can I heal when I did not know, perhaps acknowledge that I had festering bruises? Acknowledging them has been a painful process, but I want the bloody moon to set. This process has also made me realize what an amazing life I have and have a million reasons to be grateful.I am done applying bandages. I am going to confront each one of them. Maybe this is why people turn to God when they really need to turn within……